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 Author: Mike McGifford
Email: crikey_2004 at Hotmail.com
Title: Naughty Stripper
Summary: A guy stops by a strip club and meets a beautiful and naughty
stripper
Keywords: FM, mast



   The first time I met her, she introduced herself to me as Starr.  I had
just walked into a strip club in Portsmouth, Virginia, sat at the bar and
ordered a $5 bottle of Wal-Mart brand water.  Starr had seen me sit down
and got to the empty seat next to me before any of the other girls.  There
are rules in a strip club that say that the other girls have to leave the
customer alone at that point unless the customer makes it obvious he's not
interested in the first girl who offered to sit with him.  Well Starr was a
bronzed beauty of about 25, maybe a little Latina heritage coming through.
She was a little on the thick side but definitely not fat.  She had a butt
that held my attention even though her boobs were kind of small for my
tastes and the longest legs I'd seen in ages, atop 6 inch heels.  After a
few minutes though, my disappointment in her bust size was totally
forgotten as we chatted.  I'm not too much of a talker myself, so she spent
much of our first few minutes telling me about herself.  I found out she
was working her way through nursing school and a friend of hers had pulled
her into stripping about 6 months earlier.  She was obviously intelligent,
as opposed to the girls that are classic air-heads and want you to believe
they have a doctorate.  What this girl said rang true in some way.  She did
a few dances for me and I tipped her well.

   The next night I went back again specifically to see her.  That night
kissing was added to her private dance repertoire as was her number to my
phone.  We talked a lot more and I found out she was willing to add other
things to the menu she offered, such as a private visit to my hotel if the
price was right.  I was under no illusions that I'd practically pulled a
stripper; I mean an average looking 46 year old man visiting a topless club
with nothing much to say for himself isn't magically drawing half naked
twenty-some year olds.  But the offer was good.  I called her on her day
off and she was as good as her word.  She drove to my hotel and practically
before the door was closed, had my shirt off and was down to her own
panties.  I practically got raped that first time.  She was a dynamo.  She
went down on me and sucked the whole of my 7" cock into her mouth and ran
her tongue over my balls.  She seemed to want to suck my heart out through
my little man.  When she finally came up for air, she straddled me, pushing
me back on the bed, pinned my arms to my sides, pushed her little titties
into my chest and began grinding her naked pussy against my erection, all
while kissing me passionately.  I could tell this girl wanted to be in
charge, but she sure was trustful of me, not yet having seen a dime for the
work she'd already put in.  I had only ever seen her in as little as a
thong before and I'd assumed she had a shaved beaver, but as my cock rubbed
against her mound, I now realized she had a runway downstairs.

   I was content to explore her lips and feel her pussy lips and hair
against my rigid shaft just as we were, but suddenly she began to buck and
pant in impending orgasm.  As she kissed me, with increasing ferocity, she
began to chant, "shit, shit, shit," over and over.  When she arched her
back over me, my cock slipped right between her legs and entered her
throbbing cunt.  I didn't have a condom on and I certainly didn't want to
catch a disease off a whore, but I couldn't bring myself to jerk it back
out of her just yet so instead I stayed as still as possible under the
rollercoaster that was Starr.  Eventually she came down from her climax and
lifted herself off my cock.  Without a word, she slid down me and began to
clean her girl cum off me.  When she was finished she gave the head a
couple of kisses for luck.  After sliding back into her original position
with her hands holding mine against the bed, she asked in a whisper if I
had a condom so I could fuck her properly.  I did and I nodded towards the
cabinet next to the bed.  She almost snatched the drawer open to get at the
condom and fumbled briefly with the wrapper.  I could tell she'd had a fair
amount of experience when she slipped the unwrapped condom into her mouth
and used her lips to roll it onto me.  What I really wanted was for her to
work on my cock with those beautiful lips a little more, but this time with
my tongue working her pussy.  When I told her that, she giggled and replied
that we could do that next time but this time was for an area of her body
my tongue couldn't reach.  She added that she hadn't been fucked properly
in 6 months and she had catching up to do.  As she took hold of my raging
latex-clad boner and aimed it at her fragrant pussy, she whispered that
she'd make it worth my while.  I really have no idea how I managed to stave
off my orgasm with the first few pumps of her pussy around my shaft.  I
must have been in shock the first time I'd been inside her because now I
realized her pussy muscles were gripping my cock like a vice.  I'm a bit of
an anal fiend so I know what a tight hole feels like, but I don't think
I've ever ass-fucked a girl with a tighter hole than this whore's cunt. 
She began riding me like I was her personal dildo and I didn't even have to
move much to meet her thrusts.  I was busy trying to remember the digits
that make up pi, thinking of the dog crap I stepped in a week earlier and
imagine what my little round mom would look like naked so I wouldn't cum
too quickly, when Starr exploded again.  This time she squirted a load of
lady cum so big I thought she'd lost control of her bladder.  I felt the
warm flow over my groin and between my balls and thighs.  If her cunt
hadn't clamped down on my cock like it did, there's no way I wouldn't have
cum myself right then.  She simply cut off the path between ball-sack and
freedom for my sperm.  When she finally relaxed her muscles, allowing me to
move my shaft a little inside her, she dropped her weight on me, crushing
those cute little tits against my chest and began kissing me again.  I
briefly tried pumping myself up into her but she was having none of it. 
She waited till I was fully embedded in her and clamped down again.  She
simply kept herself clamped around my cock while she went back to kissing
me.  I was stuck in that frustrating place between a need to cum and a need
to keep making love to her lips, face and neck.  A full five minutes later
she relaxed her grip on my cock and lifted herself off me.

   I began to futilely hump the gap between our bodies, trying to arch
myself up enough to gain re-entry and thinking that there had to be some
mistake.  She was still kissing me, but she wouldn't let me slip my member
back into its proper garage.  The next time her lips left mine it was
because her head was slowly making a downward journey, stopping only long
enough to plant hickies all the way down my neck and onto my chest.  Her
lips kept moving southward till she reached my quivering cock.  Once again
she cleaned her own juices off my sheathed shaft, sucking up the little
puddle of her cum that had settled in the hollow where my pubic hair meets
my stomach before using her teeth to rip the condom off my still-rampant
cock.  She looked at me with a grin, said it was time for my surprise and
told me to blow my load for her, before once again engulfing my unprotected
shaft.  She took it balls-deep again and worked her head so fast it was
like she was fucking her own mouth with my cock.  I didn't have to do much
except watch her work.  I came and I came hard within the minute.  I don't
think I'd ever cum so much either.  She swallowed, sucked some more and
when she raised her head off my cock, she showed me a largish load still in
her mouth before swallowing loudly and smacking her lips.

   I had no idea she had a second surprise in store for me, but after more
cuddling and even kissing, she finally climbed off the bed and dressed. 
That was when she said that she had no intention of charging me since she
came more than I did, but she wasn't in a position to pay me for the
fantastic sex either.  What could I say?  I sort of felt a little cheap
actually.  I had been dominated and used for sex by a beautiful young woman
and now the only reason she couldn't make me HER whore was because she
couldn't afford to pay me!  The only comeback I had for that was to tell
her that if she'd enjoyed herself enough to look forward to a second round,
the next time she had to be prepared to let me be on top and dominate her.
I was sort of joking when I added that she'd better be prepared to have me
rape her ass next time too.  I think I hid my reaction fairly well when she
gave me a little nod and a half-smile before adding a condition that it
would have to be on her schedule not mine then.  After she left I jacked
off one last time to thoughts of fucking that outstanding ass of hers, even
though I knew that I'd most likely never see her again.  Two weeks later my
phone rang and it was Starr...
   Continued??  Let me know you want it.